Fathers

Hello,
 
I decided to dedicate today's blog to all the hardworking, misunderstood, loving fathers out there. I know today isn't Father's Day but then, do you really need a day to express your love to anyone?

Besides, Tis' unfair, tis' unfair. How come there are oh so many poems, stories, essays and indeed even blogs about Mothers' love but not so many about fathers.

I think Fathers are misunderstood. I really do. They are like the silent benefactors of our life yet, we don't actually feel satisfied. Modern fathers are invisible figures in their family, simply a person to supply money. But do you know the saddest part? It is for us. FOR US. It is us they think of as they work over time, it is us they think of when they do extra work and ask for bonuses. My father is a lawyer and seldom can he eat a decent meal without a phone call or a client interrupting. Oh! We used to get soo angry but now I understand. He isn't doing it for him or for my mother alone, it is for us kids too ,for every man worth his salt wants the best for his kids.

It is because he wanted his kids to have a good education that  Malala's Father opened up a school and that is just one well known example. 

Mother's love  is of a soft, soothing pink colour but a Father's is more a bright blue. When we first look at it we are blinded by its harsh glare but soon our eyes adjust and we see a brilliant, majestic blue. 

Women Empowerment is happening around the world but we are yet to see a Fathers Empowerment at home, in the hearts of children. Yes, we kids do adore Dadda but it is a known fact that most kids love mummy more than daddy.

You want to know something strange? When I started having nightmares tons of things were done to make sure that it went away. Mother singing songs, the light kept on, chanting the Holy Trinity, yet nothing worked. One night after a particularly scary nightmare I woke up screaming my head off. And that is when it happened. My father came up to my room and started comforting me. He sang the same songs my mother did but he succeeded where she failed. Slowly, slowly I calmed down. And THAT is when I understood my father would always be there for me. He will be the one slowly comforting me and silently encouraging me. He will be the one to make me brave for HE IS MY FATHER.

This is a poem I wrote after that.

                 My Hero 

             At night when the shadows creep

             while monsters with red eyes so deep

             try to scare me away

             into another day

             there comes my hero

             who makes me feel not like a zero,

             but like his beloved princess 

             with the jewel and gold no less.

              Who is it, you may do well to ask.

            Well, for you him will I unmask. 

            It is none other than my own father

             who takes away all that is a bother.

             Every night he sends the monsters to Never Land,

             comforting me as they crumble to the sand

            And makes me feel not like a zero,

            but like a beloved princess

               with the jewel and gold no less

THANK YOU DADDY FOR BEING MY HERO! 

Mothers need medals of love and respect, Fathers need medals of understanding and love.

 I love you with all my heart daddy dear.

              - A loving and adoring daughter